Substance abuse is a very real trap. Drugs and alcohol are very much like an abusive lover who treats you well at first and then beats you up, apolog… - Clarissa Pinkola Estés

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Substance abuse is a very real trap. Drugs and alcohol are very much like an abusive lover who treats you well at first and then beats you up, apologizes, gives you nice treatment for a while, and then beats you up again. The trap is in trying to hang in there for the good while trying to overlook the bad. Wrong. This can never work.

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About Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Clarissa Pinkola Estés (born January 27, 1945) is a first-generation American writer and Jungian psychoanalyst. She is the author of Women Who Run with the Wolves (1992), which remained on the New York Times bestseller list for 145 weeks and has sold over two million copies.

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Alternative Names: Clarissa Pinkola Estes

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I interviewed Robert Bly in 1990. I can remember saying to him, “Now, what about the men’s movement?” And he said, “No, it’s not men’s movement.” And I said, “Well, what will you call it?” “Men’s work, just work with men, that’s all.” And, I really like that. I like that he called it work with men. Mythopoetic is too big a word. It is better to have simpler words.

فالمرأة الوحشية كنموذج بدئي هي قوة لا توصف قابلة للمحاكاة، وهي معين لا ينضب للأفكار والتخيلات وخصوصيات الجنس البشري، نموذج بدئي موجود في كل مكان، إلا أنه لا يُرى بالحواس العادية، فما يمكن أن نراه في الظلام ليس باستطاعتنا أن نراه في وضح النهار.

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Like my kith and kin before me, I swagger-staggered in high heels, and I wore a dress and a hat to church. But my fabulous tail often fell below my hemline, and my ears twitched until my hat pitched, at the very least, down over both my eyes, and sometimes clear across the room.

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